Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob
Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop
Champagne, foreign names in my pool
Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool
Than i rob you and smoke all your herb
Yeah you know i got that work
I'm running out of time
Rob you on the street with the nine
On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy
Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply
You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that
Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,
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